A dream…
Friday, August 5th, 2005Last night, I had a dream. A sad dream.
In my dream, I was heading back to my hometown. I was in the car, with my family. We were driving home, and the traffic was terribly jammed. It wasn’t until a moment later only we realized what was really happening: there were a lot of tanks along the road, troops of army lining up, all armed and ready to fire. The aftermaths of terrorism activities have finally spread to Malaysia. They said there were some bombs along the road, planted by the enemies. It all depends on luck now who was going to survive. Yes, the war has started, a huge one. World war 3, probably.
I turned around, looking at my families. I held their hands, knowing that probably in the next second everything in front of our eyes would dissapear into a blast. I thought of my love ones, how I haven’t got the chance to express to them my affection; I thought of my dear one, how I haven’t got the chance to hug him again. It was a sorrow moment. Knowing that your life is going to end anytime, knowing that there might be no future, no tomorrow, no next second. No hope…
And then, I woke up.
It must be because of the recent terrorists attack in London. I can’t help but keep thinking about the victims of war and terrorism. The 911, the Iraq war, the London blasts… Can you imagine living in fear all the time, always expecting this moment to be the last moment of your life? Can you imagine life where people don’t even dare to dream and hope for a future? Can you even bear to think of never seeing your love ones anymore? Can you think of anything sadder than this- that us, human, the so-called most superb species of all, are killing each other?
It’s really sad… Can’t think of anything more ironic. We’re given the ability and intelligence to survive and to develop; and yet we’re using the exact ability and intelligence to destroy and to cannibal.
What can I say more?
May God bless everyone.
